I always thought I was more of an autumn person, but this spring has me reconsidering my stance. Seemingly overnight, blossoms sprung up all around the city, and though I know they won’t last for long, I cannot help but admire them.
While spring flowers are on what feels like every corner, the best place by far to admire them is Central Park. Last weekend, I went for a long, rambling walk around the park on what was basically the perfect day: warm but not hot, and sunny with bright blue skies. The Park whistled with activity: folks picnicking on the lawns, couples posing for engagement photos, kids toting around ice cream bars, and people, people everywhere, walking and smiling and enjoying the spring sunshine.
I was delighted by all the cherry blossoms and other signs of spring I encountered. I thought my favorite season in Central Park was fall, but this walk – and this entire season – has me seriously reconsidering.